Ah...Hugh, that made me sad. (By the way, I'm going to start calling you Hugh because I want to and you can't stop me so there! :) J/K) Anyway, I have no idea which twin that was, but the story was sweetly depressing. I loved it...

They always say if you are going to pick up a gun, be prepared to use it and never hesitate. She was lucky he didn't blow her to smithereens with her own damn gun. And seriously, after coital bliss with a MacManus, she thought she could kill him? HA! But I must say, even though the sex may have been good, any man that called me a tart would have had a hole in his skull. I write that with a snap and babydoll head. Cheers, Bel